I walked the road where shadows weep, 
And asked the wind its secrets deep. 
What binds the sky to earth below?
It sighed and fled, I did not know. 

I found a thread so frail, so thin, 
A trembling light beneath my skin. 
It whispered of a love untold, 
Of hearts that ache and hands that hold. 

Who cares I cried into the night, 
As stars burned cold and void-bright. 
No echo came, no voice replied, 
Just silence where my hope had died. 

But then, a touch, a fleeting spark, 
A stranger’s hand against the dark. 
No words were shared, no truths laid bare, 
Just warmth enough to know they’re there. 

So here I stand, still lost, still small, 
Yet tethered by that thread, that all 
Not answers firm, nor wisdom grand, 
But love’s faint pulse within my hand. 

The road still winds, the night still calls,
Yet something shifts, the darkness falls. 
Not all at once, but grain by grain, 
I find you, and I’m found again.